sleep Homey enough and see Well, hand your nigga some heat So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby
And ride with the West we got lower coat prices You know me the king of L.A., New York Drivin' through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as water You want
california stock with cake buy thats the rules Getlow play by the Block boys stay hi the california stock with cake buy Chorus: (Bluechip) It's the Blacksox doing a
, take it like a muh'fuckin' man If you take a look in my eyes To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell '
the rain falls from the sky Drifting down From your high mountain's eye But don't look surprised, you're going home Yeah you're leaving L.A. On a cloudy
have a manage with you & Nicki Minaj (Aww) This is a threesome Getting me some, D.R.E. some, Skateboard B some Starmap nigga, I?m back with a vengeance
Compton, California C-A"*} Charlie O, drop that hot shit [The Game] Motherfucker it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit'cha brain Since a young'n
a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game tell
like a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game
on knot, I'm callin the shots I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The LOX Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box And when I
Rule] n*gga one trick, one blood, L.A., New York The Game, the RULE, one love, guns up Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much The style, wanna
a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream team Them
it like a mu'fuckin man [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high
was, ya heard? [Chorus] [Wyclef - singing] California, knows how to party when I land in the L-A-X Quik picked me up, four freaks in a stretch Big California
zone East L.A to the beach. Welcome to the terror dome When the feelings gone, here comes artillery To penetrate my zone takes a mind of a military Blown
the, L B C to C P T, uh [HOOK] [Verse 2] I'm on the block til the pack get sold Don't pack just roll Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob' Nigga please, got trees
Crush Bill O'Reilly had a tea with Pat Robertson All the evil alphabets, they can go to hell F.B.I., C.I.A. and eighty L D.E.A. the court system less
love It's a Low Pro camp, soldado with ammunition That never get no competition now we on a mission Stick a motherfucker with fileros Southern California
